Little Miss Maisy

Chapter fourteen: The fault in the vase

The next morning, Maisy woke up at about 5:26 am. Even earlier than usual, from a stinging in her hand.

"Ow-w!" Maisy quietly whimpered to herself, but tried to sleep still, she didn't want to bother any of her siblings yet.

In fact, she knew it's still time to sleep. Even the sun's barely getting up.

Maisy grabbed Teddy, but made the mistake of grabbing him with her bandaged hand. Causing a harsher sting and making Maisy wince.

"Cmon Teddy, we gotta go." Maisy grabbed Teddy with her other hand this time, and crawled out of her bed.

She went to Cassidys room, Miles and Amber, Eric and Beau's. They were all still asleep, and Maisy knew that she couldn't wake them up, they would get grumpy.

She thought about going back to bed, but the pain coming from her hand told her otherwise.

"psst. Miles?" She could've gone to anyone's room, but Miles' felt right. Amber was in there too, and she could've woken up Beau but he seemed like he needed some sleep.

"...miles?" Maisy only opened the door enough so she could come in, then walked up to the side of bed Miles was on. "Maisy, go back to bed."

Miles didn't even open his eyes, but Maisy knew somethings wrong because and she couldn't bring herself to listen. "need h-help."

Miles opened his eyes when he heard the tone she used, she sounded more scared the second time. "What's the matter Maisy? Are you sick?"

Miles carefully sat up so he wouldn't disturb Amber, and leaned down to feel Maisy's forehead. "M'not sick. My hand huwts."

"Oh...and you want me to do something about it...right." Miles stood up as he yawned, trying to remember if the first aid kit is in the upstairs or downstairs bathroom.

"Alright, Cmon Maisy." Miles picked her up and took her to the upstairs bathroom, setting her down on the counter so he could look at her hand.

"Jesus. It's 5:30 in the morning." Miles gently took his hand and inspected it, there was some blood on the outside of the bandage, meaning it needs to be changed.

Maisy winced when she saw a very familiar bottle that Miles pulled out; Hydrogen peroxide.

The doctor used it yesterday, and it was absolutely terrible. It stung very very bad and it made Maisy cry even louder. Almost shattering a few windows and splitting some eardrums.

"It's alright Maisy, it won't hurt as bad this time." Miles hoped he was right, he was mainly saying it so she wouldn't panic.

"It hurt bad." Maisys eyes wouldn't leave the bottle, watching Miles' every move. He grabbed a cotton ball then set the bottle down on the counter next to her.

"Okay, I'm gonna take it off now." Miles figured it would go better if he told her what was happening as he went.

As he started unwrapping it more, it revealed her cut with some dried blood on the sides of it and a dirty bandage. "miles I don't want that."

Miles immediately knew she meant the hydrogen peroxide, but he knew it has to be cleaned.

"Sorry boo, we have to clean it so it won't get infected." He tipped the bottle into the cotton ball, soaking it with the cold clear liquid. "whats infec-tid?"

Miles sighed and carefully grasped her wrist, just firm enough so she couldn't yank it away. "Miles!" Miles put his finger to his mouth to shush her, and lowered the cotton ball. She still had enough wiggle room to move around a little bit, and she was higher up.